I dreadfully await my coming fate as we pull into the parking lot, rain droplets violently beating down onto the windshield. I anxiously tap my foot as I wipe my clammy hands onto my nice, sheer, performance dress. “You nervous?” Olivia asked. “Ha,” I scoff sarcastically. “Nervous is an understatement.” “You’ll be fine,” she smiled. “I hope so…” I said lowly. Taking a deep breath, and abruptly opening the car door, we sprint under the overhang and into the building; a sad attempt to save our nicely curled hair. I tightly clutch my flute as we enter the unfamiliar school. “Well, I guess this is it,” I murmur helplessly.
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She could see my pale face and knew I was psyching myself out. “Aw! You can do it bubs! Don’t sell yourself short. I know you’ll kill it,” she said rubbing my back and pulling me into an embrace. “Yeah… I guess,” I said glumly. My mom holds up my music while I frantically finger through it. I watch as the line shortens too quickly…
“Taylor Summers!” the woman called out. My face fills with worry as I begin to panic. “Mom, I can’t do this,” I said sternly. “Don’t talk like that. You can do it.” “Ugh…okay. You’re right. I need to think positively.” I walk into the room, but my chest tightens and I am unable to catch my breath. “Hi…” I introduced myself shakily to the judge. “Hello,” she said with a smile. “Start when you’re ready.” “Okay. I can do this. It’s only the scale sheet--the scale sheet that I still flub up on sometimes,” I told myself. Taking a deep breath, I begin. Three bars down and… cue the wrong …show more content…
“Ye-yes,” I said sniffling. “Well, how about we just pretend this never happened. Get yourself together and you can come back in in a little bit, okay?” she said with a willing smile. “Tha-thank you,” I shook, grabbing tissues on my way out. I shamefully hid my face as I slowly opened the door. My mom knew something was wrong. I saw her face, shook my head, lost it all over again, and ran. I didn’t know where I was going, but I had to get out of here. Eyes were everywhere. I was the elephant in the room and everyone wanted to know what was wrong with me. I had finally made it to a secluded hallway where I leaned my head up against the white, brick wall, and finally let it out. I was angry that I was so nervous. I was angry that my confidence was to a shribble. I was angry that I let myself get so upset and now it’s too late. Everyone saw. I’m that overly emotional girl that cries all the time. If only they knew the panic that was coursing through my veins. “Honey, it’s okay!” my mom said, rushing to my side. “What
We approach the sign in desk and the two, most likely untrustworthy teenagers …show more content…
She could see my pale face and knew I was psyching myself out. “Aw! You can do it bubs! Don’t sell yourself short. I know you’ll kill it,” she said rubbing my back and pulling me into an embrace. “Yeah… I guess,” I said glumly. My mom holds up my music while I frantically finger through it. I watch as the line shortens too quickly…
“Taylor Summers!” the woman called out. My face fills with worry as I begin to panic. “Mom, I can’t do this,” I said sternly. “Don’t talk like that. You can do it.” “Ugh…okay. You’re right. I need to think positively.” I walk into the room, but my chest tightens and I am unable to catch my breath. “Hi…” I introduced myself shakily to the judge. “Hello,” she said with a smile. “Start when you’re ready.” “Okay. I can do this. It’s only the scale sheet--the scale sheet that I still flub up on sometimes,” I told myself. Taking a deep breath, I begin. Three bars down and… cue the wrong …show more content…
“Ye-yes,” I said sniffling. “Well, how about we just pretend this never happened. Get yourself together and you can come back in in a little bit, okay?” she said with a willing smile. “Tha-thank you,” I shook, grabbing tissues on my way out. I shamefully hid my face as I slowly opened the door. My mom knew something was wrong. I saw her face, shook my head, lost it all over again, and ran. I didn’t know where I was going, but I had to get out of here. Eyes were everywhere. I was the elephant in the room and everyone wanted to know what was wrong with me. I had finally made it to a secluded hallway where I leaned my head up against the white, brick wall, and finally let it out. I was angry that I was so nervous. I was angry that my confidence was to a shribble. I was angry that I let myself get so upset and now it’s too late. Everyone saw. I’m that overly emotional girl that cries all the time. If only they knew the panic that was coursing through my veins. “Honey, it’s okay!” my mom said, rushing to my side. “What